"What?" Henry Sullivan's voice rose eight octaves in displeasure.
Hunter Warren said nothing more and turned to leave first.
Watching Hunter Warren's seemingly weary back, Henry Sullivan began to feel regret.
Back when they decided to get married, he should have stepped up to stop them.
Now, look at it, one is his good buddy, the other is his dear sister.
Reaching this point today, he's truly caught in the middle.
Henry Sullivan returned home to find Faye Townsend wasn't there, and he anxiously sat on the sofa, rubbing his temples.
That girl, she really never gives him a moment's peace.
Faye lay in the hotel room bed, sleeping in a daze, and when she woke up, it was already dark.
Since she lost her phone, she couldn't make calls, so she just ordered room service, ate, and then went back to sleep.
To her, this was the best way to take care of her body.
Only when she was asleep could she not think about anything.
